Tommy had not gotten involved in the two of them's business, so after making the late-night snack, he could only sit naked in the living room, eating while flipping through magazines to pass the time.
His magical abilities were inferior to theirs, and they were both excited today, so he would sit this one out. Otherwise, they might drain him dry together, which would not be good for his health.
About half an hour later, the bedroom door opened, and the neatly dressed man and woman came out. Zatanna looked flushed and radiant, while Constantine's dark circles seemed to have grown even heavier.
But that was not the point. The important thing was that the two had made up, and they were even holding hands now.
To outsiders, the two of them might seem as unstable as mental patients, but this was actually common in the Magic World. What people said did not necessarily match what they did, and what people saw with their own eyes was not necessarily the truth.
Constantine felt guilty about getting his friend killed. Probably. In any case, only Zatanna could sense that guilt, and she was used to comforting him with her body, making him feel better while ensuring everyone enjoyed themselves.
That was more or less how it worked. Get used to it—there were no normal people among mages.
"Have fun?" Tommy put down his potato chips and got up to hug them. "John, you have something important to say, right? Wait a moment. I'll put some clothes on first."
"It's fine. I can watch you get dressed while talking business, because it's simple. Just one sentence—we need to leave this place as soon as possible."
The room was not large. While Tommy went back into the bedroom to change, Constantine leaned against